⊱morganite rossa⊰
Статистикаeyes like a moonlit night, lips like "morganite rossa" .
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Girl to Girl: Normalize saying "This isn't how I want to be loved for the rest of my life" and move on. You are somebody's dream. Neveeer settle.
I heard someone say: “I’m healed enough to close the door, but human enough to still look at it sometimes” And damn I felt that in my bones .
I don't hate you. I just can't keep choosing someone who won't choose me the same way .
No one talks about how hard it is to be cold when you actually have the sweetest soul inside .
It must feel crazy to hate me and watch the universe love me .
It must feel crazy to hate me and watch the universe love me .
How do I explain that I lost interest but not the feelings .
She was poetry, but no one knew how to read her .
I’ll never forgive. I don’t chase closure. I watch karma do the dirty work. As Miley Cyrus said, “They say it’s bad karma being such a heartbreaker.” I’ll be right here, waiting for it to hit.
I hope my daughter gets my eyes, not my sensitive heart .
I collect glances like old letters; folded, faded, but never forgotten .
Romantic, not fragile .
i stopped explaining myself when i realized you only heard what you wanted to .
she laughed like someone who forgot how to cry .
she didn’t want attention. just a moment that felt like a movie scene .
her silence isn’t empty; it’s filled with poetry, unsaid "I love you"s, and the sound of a piano played at midnight .
you are not too much. you were just born in a world that fears depth .
she walks like she’s in a black and white film, but her dreams are all in color .
wearing vintage sadness and a designer smile .
i'm not just a girl; a symphony of softness and strength, woven with stars and silent courage.